Chapter 1 - Mick
The minute he stepped through the door, he knew something was up. The hot tub was bubbling and two female voices, gabbing and giggling, filtered to him from the deck. After dropping his brief case in the home office, Mick made his way to the back of the house. The deck door stood open with the screen pulled across. He peeked out and got an eyeful of the two women. Their bodies were mostly underwater but his wife's fire engine red hair separated her from her raven haired companion.
He could only see their guest's profile, but from pictures he'd seen and the familiar way they sat next to each other, this could only be Jaelith's college roommate, Marti Simpson. Jae said she was in the States and might drop by for a visit.
When he noticed the two bikini tops draped over the side of the spa, his breath quickened and the warm glow of arousal began to spread through his body. Michael MacGreggor quietly admired the two feminine forms hoping to catch a glimpse of a bare boob. Some men admired legs. Some were ass watchers. No doubt about it, he was a boob man through and through. After a minute, he reluctantly left his post and headed for the bedroom. Mick had always had a vivid imagination and as he hurriedly changed into swim trunks it was running full tilt.
Padding quietly on bare feet, he reached the deck door and slowly slid the screen aside. A big grin crossed his face as he tip toed until he was looming over the two beauties.
"High ladies." He boomed out.
Shrieking with fright, both women shot to their feet and turned to face the source of that hideous sound. As he had hoped, Mick had the satisfaction of staring at two pair of very nice, very firm, deliciously bobbing boobs. The women seemed to realize their predicament at the same time and grabbed for their tops.
"Mickmac, you oaf, what are you doing home?" Looking stern, the redhead tried to sound testy, but it was clear his wife was amused by the situation.
"I was at Paulson's installing an upgrade to their network. Since I was closer to home than the office, I decided to knock off an hour early. Boy was I glad I did."
The two women were holding their tops to their breasts. They glanced at each other and their guest responded with a shrug and an impish grin.
"Well, it's not like we've never done this before." His wife returned an equally saucy grin.
"Fort Lauderdale?"
"Fort Lauderdale!"
With that, they tossed their tops at Mick and stood defiantly with their fists on their hips like two super heroes. As they were wearing the skimpiest of bottoms, the sight was breathtaking.
"Ready?" his wife asked. At her companion's nod, she began to count. "One, two, three!"
They arched their backs and began to rock their shoulders back and forth in a shimmy that sent their boobs into delightful motion. Mick could feel his eyes bug out at the lewd display. They started to snicker which turned into full gut-busting laughter. As they wound down gasping for breath, he noticed that they were staring back at him. Now he understood what women meant by "hey, I'm up here" when he realized they were checking out the effect their display had on him. Glancing down, Mick decided he was giving as good as he was getting.
"Well, don't just stand their big boy. Get in the tub and meet my friend."
"Should we..." Jaelith's friend tilted her head toward their tops.
"Hey!" Mick piped up as he lowered himself into the hot, roiling water. "I don't have a top on so it's only fair you should leave yours off."
"Mick, you're the cheekiest pure blood Scot I know. I thought you were all supposed to be dour." His wife pronounced the last word doo-ur in her best imitation of a Scot's accent.
"Nae when it comes to the lassies." He responded in a thick burr. Jaelith gave her husband an affectionate smile and turned to their companion in the bubbles.
"Mick, meet Martha Simpson. She was out our way on a job interview and stopped by to say hi." Mick leaned across the tub and took her outstretched hand making sure to maintain eye contact. That earned him a half smile and nod of approval.
"So, you're the Marti Simpson I've heard story after story about for the last six years. It's nice to finally meet you in the flesh, so to speak." That got a blush from Marti.
"Same here. Hardly a Skype session, phone chat or an email occurs without a mention of the hunky husband my old roommate bagged." She glanced at Jaelith. "I hope you haven't told him everything."
Before his wife could respond, Mick jumped in.
"Well I was wondering what you meant by 'it's not like we've never done this before.'?"
Jaelith rolled her eyes and feigning resignation turned to her friend.
"You might as well tell him; otherwise he'll just badger us until we confess."
"You know Jae and I were roommates for three years at NIU. We got along so well we were like sisters, maybe closer than sisters." Marti grinned at his wife. "We studied together, went to concerts together, partied together and trolled for boys together. We weren't sluts, but it was only dumb luck and the Grace of God that we weren't lured down that road. Teasing the hell out of horny college boys was our favorite sport." Marti punctuated her statement by leaning back and allowing her boobs to surface. She looked over at Jaelith who grinned and nodded.
"Junior year we made the pilgrimage to Fort Lauderdale on Spring break. We probably spent as much time topless as covered. We were narcissistic little bitches back then and lapped up the male attention. Of course, we weren't the only coeds trying to be noticed. There was a lot of competition from girls way hotter than us."
"I find that hard to believe." Mick responded sincerely. Both women grinned.
"Well played, husband."
